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There are debts in England older than

her churches.

And blood remembers what men prefer to

forget.

Audrey Hall had stood 300 years

and buried three centuries of its

master's secrets with it.

Eleanor Croft came for a position.

She did not know she had come for a

vigil.

>> You are home now.

>> Thank you, ma'am.

>> You'll keep to the east wing.

His Lordship's meals are left outside

the study door.

Never brought in.

>> Never?

>> Some houses have their habits, girl.

You'll learn ours.

>> Every family keeps its wolf in the frame

if you look long enough.

Eleanor was not a superstitious woman.

But arithmetic, she would learn, could

be its own kind of dread.

>> Something bothering you, girl?

>> The sound inside the door.

What ails him, Mrs. Hassockel?

>> His father before him had the same

trouble.

And his grandfather.

There's no physician in England can cure

what's in the vain blood.

>> You speak as if it were an illness.

>> Pray it's only that.

Lock your door tonight, girl.

>> Advice given in a whisper

is advice already too late to take.

Curiosity

in the old stories was never a virtue.

And yet

>>

>> God,

have mercy.

>>

>> Please.

Not again.

No.

Please.

I can't.

Mercy.

Please.

Don't him.

>>

>> You didn't sleep well, Ms. Croft.

>> No, my lord.

>> This house keeps its habits for good

reason.

I would not wish you lonelier still.

>> I understand, my lord.

>> In the parish register of Saint Aldhelm,

no death by wolf was ever recorded again

after 1691.

>>

>> Though the Vains kept their housekeepers

well,

and never long.